Out with Paul and Gabriella. They’ve finally got round to reading my blog.
Paul: I love the prologue. It really worked, I totally wanted to read more.
Gabriella: Yes, that poor woman, dying of AIDS.
Paul: She wasn’t dying of AIDS!
Gabriella: Yes, she was.
Paul: She was about to get murdered by the serial killer!
Gabriella: And she had AIDS.
Paul: No, she didn’t. That was the whole point.
Gabriella: Really?
Paul: Yes. Are you totally thick?
Gabriella doesn’t look convinced. ‘No, you’re wrong…’
We walk the whole way from one side of Clapham Common to the other before it occurrs to either of them to ask me. I mean, I only wrote it. :)
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